The night was heavy.
It was heavy cloud hiding the rare massive stars. A moonless night, a night pale, thick, dark, opaque, sticky and tacky.
We guessed there no shadows, no more night birds, no wind, no air, only a heavy atmosphere, as oppressive hot and humid. It was hot, heat and silence as the announcement of the worst storms.
That moment stayed silent and seemed to hold something like a primal scream ready to scream.
But nothing cried.
But this nothingness gave birth to unhealthy tension. One thing was born somewhere in that moment chosen by time. But nothing that begets darkness.
The imagination knows no bounds when it is deprived of sight for the anchor there.
What may be born then did not benchmark with what one might think. And it was born, end of nowhere, wandering without purpose other than to find a light to materialize that would see him.
The fear was so.
She often had no other meaning than being caused by the unknown, darkness or lack of bitterness for reassurance. The fear was a consequence without a cause, a pure creation.
But this pure thing was not, it was incest itself.
The terror felt in the anguish of such darkness could she find incarnation in reality?
Anyway it was there … and she was hunting!

*

A creaking rending the air and shattered the night.
Like a breath restraint, the moment was back this time for his race resume. She also had taken its course.
The night was still too dark but it did not last.
Everywhere we heard the roar of the angry heavens. She also was angry.
A terrible anger equally ready to unleash the storm threatens.
The sound had come too rigid of his deafness.
She moved in the shadows. You could hear her panting hard, but almost as mechanical effort or fatigue it was foreign. A sucking sound of splashes and accompanied his flesh and muscles moving.
It was brutal, powerful, innarêtable, violent and full load.
She had felt before seen.
It was not very far. Something vague, perhaps imperceptible light shines briefly on his chest or part of his body. This seemed to be purple or red, very sticky.
But it does not slow his pace, however. What lit the source made it even more indistinguishable from what was removed. And it was this light that refused to light, she also used it with tremendous efficiency.
Black Shadow more than the shadow, she could be discerned more than the night. His senses were turned toward his goal without any of them is impaired by lack of visibility through the tangles of brambles on the ground or the risk that lightning does not reveal its passage.
Then she could see. She was not mistaken.
Later we heard a strange sort of chant. There were denatured by the harmonious sounds of other noise and uproar as his foreign and obscure. It did not mattered.
What mattered was that it lived … yet!
Small rays of light streaked across the night and were already dancing in his eyes. His eyes because they saw no reflection in his eyes likely reflecting nothing but emptiness as an animal would. This was anyway not animal, not in the sense that they heard.
His steps slowed already leaving almost no footprints in the world despite its massive weight.
It was now moving slowly in the opposite direction of the wind which had just raised. She brushed against trees, gradually gained ground, aware of his surroundings for total control of their environment … so close now, close enough to have the initiative, she stopped gradually and then stopped without a single gasp if this is still a faint rumbling inside his sides and his throat.
She watched.

*

There were small lights illuminating a fixed kind of tiny clearing. There sat a curious form of which protruded a few people walking on two legs.
The melodious sounds coming out of form made of wood and stone. As the uproar that came from people pretending to live inside. He was carrying things installed on a kind of tree trunk placed in the grass.
It came and went, a little hastily.
It would be too late … he had to act before they return to their den because there it could then no longer reach them.
A little more of that mumbling strange chirping would run aimlessly around with a small animal, so very weak indeed thought the beast. But the little being more interested … she was away from the busy group.
She seemed fragile and vulnerable, it would assist his work. In any case even the largest creatures do not emerge from immediate danger. He needed not just be seen and operate very quickly. Then came the opportunity.
She bandaged his muscles digging his claws into the ground, ready to pounce.
Indeed a refreshing rain, but came fairly thick of a sudden flush. She had already heard the whistle of the first drops before they reach it! The little lights dancing across extinguished one by one beneath the water as if they could withstand the humidity. Small plumes of smoke escaped each time one of them vanished, returning to the shadows.
The shadows … yes the shadows stretched around the little creature who was running. It was a female. She knew.
The small animal tore something in her hand. Being both legs went to the animal.
This strange couple came to her!
They would be at its height just behind the sticks behind which she was crouching. There was more black …

The animal was already there, so insignificant.
He dropped what he held in his mouth. She knew he felt … he screamed, his tail between his legs, then fled to his lair with all legs! Never mind the little victim and she arrived, she had not felt she had no power …
Nothing else existed now that prey.
The latter picked up the animal had taken it then froze, trembling.
The thunder growled a little louder.
His muscles would relax faster than lightning.
Now … a flash!
She hit … but she had missed. Her instinct had been to return too quickly … the shadow and too late.

*

- But why do you like that?
- Papa, papa! Bolted, shortness of breath, the little girl. Dad there’s a monster in the dark there!
The little girl seemed terrified, both too naive to understand what she had seen but deadly enough for his body to feel what she had escaped.
- But I just turn on the lights, look there is nothing.
The man was amused, half of the terror of his daughter, half because it seemed still disoriented.
- It took my doll! She sobbed.
- Bah, it must still be Chappy? It is also where Chappy? Turning mechanically, he saw the dog inside the entrance hall he also trembling in every bone, a small puddle of urine at her feet!
- But it’s not true … what happens to you both?
- It’s the daddy monster is a monster!
- Well it just now. Go see your mother, it is time to go to bed.
- But my doll, she remained to the woods alone at night with the monster …
- Stop it now … I’ll stop but the reports all the time imagining anything. Go file …
Irritated man shrugged his shoulders.
He switched off the lights and shut the outer door. The meal tonight was fun even if the shot had struck with the storm. But the candles on the table installed on the outside by his wife had made the atmosphere almost magical. With that he smiled while thinking of his little girl who lived in a world of fairies and monsters ….
A monster he laughs.
Then he changed his mind and grabbed a flashlight to beam power if the storm would not blow the fuses. He then returned to the garden at once to get a little cool with the wind and the gentle rain occurred and recover the famous doll. The night was still thick outside.
He remembered the mad rush of his daughter’s coming next of the woods.
Swinging the beam of light from right to left, he quickly won the wooden fence demarcating the edge of the forest property. It was incredibly dark. He understood better why her child had been terrorized.
The children had too much imagination he thought.
The barrier!
It was smashed on a party as if it had been broken by the load of bull! The man was seized with anger mixed with surprises. It took a few days he had not come over here and he wondered about the cause of all this. Well there was something a little more below …
It looked like a rag messy … it was strange. The doll!
Finally what was left of the doll. He was recognized by his orange hair synthetic no evidence that it was the toy of the little girl. The rest of the body was ripped, tattered and completely cut to pieces! He drew nearer still beam flashlight and noticed around the doll with large scars carved the land of strange paths … as if a beast had been fierce there, attacking the very ground.

A beast … the same ground with the fence?
A monster …
This thought came to him like that, brutally. And he was afraid.
Yes he was frightened as a child experiencing night terrors. The children were screaming at night sometimes harassed by nightmares from which emerged the worst creatures that only parents could to escape.
But his nightmare beast of himself would not run away tonight.
He briefly felt a presence behind him nestled in the shadow …

*

Then, from the house, the little girl looking out the window of his living room the low beam of light tossing in the night there to the forest. Light in a moment so disjointed and horrible and then suddenly there was only darkness … then she screamed.